Twin Troubles -- Chapter One: Introduction
Twin Troubles
Part One: Introduction
by Dr. Mercurious
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It was ten AM on a Saturday, and I already knew it was going to be Another Of Those Days as my identical twin, Diana, stumbled into the kitchen looking somewhat less than identical to me.
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I sipped my hot chocolate and remained seated as my sister's headless body felt its way along the counter-top. I was tempted to let Diana keep searching, but she might still trip over something and hurt herself so I stood up and carefully touched her shoulder. She jumped of course, then reached out and felt my muzzle. "Again?" I said, even though she couldn't hear me. She felt downwards towards the base of my neck and started to work at it. I grabbed her hands, guided her back to my chair and sat down; I don't have as much experience at being headless as Diana, so I didn't feel like stumbling around while she borrowed mine to look for hers. Once I was safely seated, I pushed her hands towards the base of my neck and relaxed while she worked my head free.
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I tried to ignore how good it felt.
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When it was done, I was in the same state as she had been -- blind, deaf, mute and scentless, the last being a big deal for us dogs. I felt a quick lick-kiss on my shoulders --Dianna's thank-you -- and then I was alone as far as I knew. I couldn't help but wonder why I allowed this to keep happening to me. I mean, I'm the older twin -- by ten seconds -- shouldn't Diana be following my lead? But here I am, Deanna Beuford, CPA, getting jerked along by my younger identical twin Diana. I hide our unique 'condition' of being able to detach parts of my body, Diana revels in using it to titillate and sex up her never-ending stream of flavor-of-the-week girl-toys. Needless to say, because we are identical twins, we can shape each other's bodies without permission. She's used that fact to play the occasional practical joke.
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Why I ever agreed to share an apartment with her, I'll never know.
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I start tapping my foot, wondering what's taking her so long. Body manipulation feels pleasurable, and it reminded me of how dry my own sex life has been. Forget about lovers; Diana is a licensed masseuse and sculptor of no mean skill, so for her being a lesbian is almost expected. For me, a CPA working as a forensic accountant at a prestigious business, lesbianism is a short trip to the unemployment line. I'd tried to get it on with men but nothing about their bodies appealed to me.
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A hand touched my shoulder gently; I reached up and felt Diana's hand. Rather than reattach my head, though, she took my by both shoulders and urged me to my feet. Damnit, what was she on about now? She took my hand and tugged me along; I was tempted to let it detach and make a break for it, but as I said before I'm not used to navigating the apartment headless, so I allowed myself to be towed. She finally had me stop, and sat me down on a hard flat surface which I recognized as her massage table.
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I didn't resist as she undressed me. Diana had offered to give me a massage in the past and I had refused because I'd been afraid of the connotations; it appeared this time, she wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. Had she asked this time, I also would have refused... but as she laid me down on my back, I realized how much I needed some form of release.
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Diana started with a hot oil rub first. She started on my back and slowly worked her way down to my ass and legs. I clutched the table; the pleasure I was experiencing being headless plus the sensual feel of the massage, it was all I could do not to cum right there but that would be definitely Crossing The Line. I continued to resist as, once she was done with my back, she flipped me over.
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When Diana caressed my nipples, the only reason I didn't orgasm was because I'd gone into shock. I realized this had all been a set-up; Diana hadn't lost her head, she'd only pretended to in order to take mine because...she wanted to have sex with me? Why? I mean, she's never looked at me that way...we've never seen each other that way...or had she, had I, and just never acknowledged it? Suddenly, the caressing stopped, and Diana's hand was merely touching my body. Waiting.
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I couldn't resist. It had been so long, I didn't care who the woman's hands were anymore. Besides, who better than my own identical twin sister, who knew my body as well as her own because it was just like her own.
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I grabbed her hand, traced the arm up to her muzzle, and caressed her face just before grabbing both shoulders and hauling her on top of me. Her eager tongue found my nipple at once, as her gentle fingers pushed into my dripping pussy. I spread my legs wide as my own hand groped its way down to Diana's sex which was no less eager. She licked the space between my shoulders where my head would have been and in short order we were grasping, stroking and kneading every bit of each other we could reach. Perhaps It was a good thing that I currently lacked a head because when I came - which didn't take long - I'm sure my howls would have spooked the neighbors. Diana was still working herself over my hand, now slick with her juices. I reached up, quickly pulled her head off, and placed it on my own shoulders. "Let's see if this'll get you off," I murmured aloud, grabbing her by the hips and pushing her up to my face, so I could eat her out. The salty treat tasted just fine, and soon her headless body was quivering to her own orgasm.
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For a while, we just laid on her massage table, entwined, enjoying the feel of golden-furred skin touching like. Them I looked around and spied my head, sitting within arms' reach on the floor. I picked it up and placed it on my sister's body. "You little bitch," I said playfully, kissing her full on the muzzle.
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Diana giggled. "You seemed to be awfully tense lately, and it's not hard to guess why."
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"You could have asked me," I retorted, but weakly.
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"You would have refused, Deanna," she replied. "This was the perfect way for me to show you that whatever you need me for, I will always be there for you. So don't think this has to be a one-shot deal, okay?"
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"Okay," I said thickly, suddenly embarrassed by my previous perceptions of her. "Um, do you want your head back?"
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"Nah." She smirked. "It's not my head anyways. I was wearing yours while we having fun."
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"I should have guessed," I replied, shaking my head.   I tried to pull out from under her, but I was stuck. "Um, we seem to be attached."
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"We are," she giggled. "I joined us together by the tummy."
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"We can do that??"
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"Sure! I've absorbed my own body parts before so I wouldn't have to worry about them getting stepped on or something - this is just the next logical step." Her smile grew into a sensual one. "Would you like to know what else we can do?"
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A wonderful tickly feeling spread throughout my pussy. "Show me," I urged.
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TO BE CONTINUED